Hold On Loosely - 38 Special
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It had been a full week since I last saw Violet, and I had spend almost every waking hour with the Losers.
I was quickly finding a home in these people, and could easily say they've become my best friends.
Stan whispered snide remarks to me, being the sarcastic shit he was. After the night at Stacy's party, I found myself understanding what Stan was trying to say without communicating words with him. I understood him. He seemed to understand me fairly well, too. He was becoming a brother to me.
Richie was becoming a brother to me as well. I had gone over to his house a few nights before to spend the night.
I told my mom I was going to Bev's. That was always my go-to excuse for everything.
Richie's parents were never around, so his house was ideal.
When I spent the night, we didn't sleep a wink. By the time the sun began to rise in the morning, my sides hurt from laughing so much. We played board games and cards. I brought my boom box over and we listened to my mix tapes. Turns out Richie shared my love of music. He told me about a girl in his Chemistry class that he liked, and we talked about Eddie. It was the most fun night I had had in a long time.
A few days before, my parents weren't home, and I didn't want to go back to my house. Everyone was heading home, and Bill invited me to come over to his house and eat dinner with his family. His parents said I was always welcome.
I had always loved Bill's family. Bill and I had been family friends since kindergarten. We were sat at a desk together on the first week, and got along very well. He was my first friend in school, and our parents met soon after because of it.
We hadn't really stopped being friends since. It was a casual friendship separate from all of his and my other friendships. Our parents were friends, so we had dinners together a lot.
My friendship with Bill had never really traveled to school, but we were definitely friends.
He had always been like a brother to me, so this was nothing new.
I'm not sure the other Losers knew that we had been friends beforehand, but it wasn't a necessary fact to know.
Mike and Ben were very kind to me, but I hadn't made any special bonds with them. At least I hadn't yet.
Then there was Eddie. Sweet, sarcastic, wonderful Eddie. Dear Lord I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to hold him and never let go. I had never liked anyone this much before.
My heart fluttered when he smiled. My knees weakened when his hand brushed mine. But I held strong. I had to hold strong. Besides Bev, he was my best friend.
His corny jokes always made me laugh. They were just so dumb, I couldn't help but giggle.
He always knew the right thing to say, and I adored him for it.
His snarky personality made my heart pound.
Whenever he got flustered and messed up, I wanted to sob because of how cute he looked.
Fucking hell he was cute.
I wanted to kiss every single freckle on his face and stare into his rich brown eyes at night.
I wanted him to cry into my shoulder so I could comfort him, and I wanted him to comfort me.
How had I never noticed his stunning features before?
